I've seen these woods a time or two
just flutt'ring in the breeze.
Amidst a wave of blowing grass
one stands out amongst the trees.

A chorus of volcanic red
as autumn chimes it's turn.
A hopeless place with little grace
as winter flows and burns.

But watching now as spring has set
my heart has asked me why
a single tree amidst the leaves
can strongly catch my eye.

My spirit's set. I need to know,
averting my own cause.
For as simple as this tree is,
everyday it give me pause.

So I stop and seek to shelter
my thoughts but I cannot
for my eyes have both been captured
by this life which God forgot.

And I sit upon the heather
in a glade of buttercup blooms,
and for every heart's imprisoned
by which love has no more room.

Well, the years drag on so silent
as I ponder on the grass.
And the tree just goes on waving
as my heart succumbs at last.

the waves crash
over my mind
words slash
over time

misplaced curiosity
had no home
until undoubtful atrocity
the thought i roam

i over think
all the time
to the brink
so devine

every word
to i cling
i cannot find
what they mean

ill figure it out
this ill do
until i come
to talk to you

then ill freeze
ill muck it up
without words
i am stuck

Dear Death,
It seems as if everyone holds a grudge against you.
You have taken someone from everyone.
You have even taken everyone from someone.
Some threads you cut short.
Others evade your fatal scissors for longer.
But everyone's thread demands to be severed.
But I wonder if you are only doing your masters bidding?
Are you just a puppet on strings?
A thread yourself, to be maneuvered freely into a tapestry by a higher master?
Being blamed,
mocked,
ridiculed,
just for following orders?
It's like punishing the soldier for the general's war crimes.
Or are you the puppetmaster?
The keeper of all of the strings?
Do you control the balance of the universe?
Do you send the demons to do your bidding, or do you do the demons work?
There is so much that is unknown about you.
We talk about you like we have solved your puzzle,
but you are a labyrinth,
everchanging,
everlasting.
I hope one day we can appreciate your mystery.

Sincerest regards,
Humanity

If each neuron in your mind were a tree,
How big do you think
The forest would be?

Every day
I wonder about you
Maybe you are kind
Maybe you are funny
Maybe you are caring
Or maybe
You're just another pedestrian
In the complicated crowd of people
And I'm exaggerating your qualities
I wonder if you think about me
Or ever notice me
And exaggerate my qualities
Even if you don't wonder about me
I will still wonder about you

He talks in riddles
And walks with pride.
His words are encrypted
And so are his eyes.

He's hard to read
And even harder to please.
His life is a movie
And he plays the tease.

He sings in metaphors
And plays the guitar.
He's a normal boy
But he acts like a star.

And though I try my best
it all stays the same
I ignore my brain
when it says he plays games.